Creekky_Void

They wear suits, but they don't even know basic etiquette.

Batman: .... excuse me. *disappears into his cloak*

The JL: ?????

Imagine.......When Dick is Robin, he gets into a fight with a group of gangsters, and a civilian gets injured. Panicking, Dick runs into the nearest convenience store, looking for something to clean the wound with. Naturally, the workers are very confused as to why a little boy in a brightly coloured costume is attempting to buy a bottle of vodka. They eventually sell it to him on the grounds of "Batman would probably beat us into a pulp if we said no."

Over the years, this happens several more times, even continuing whenever there's a new Robin. Convenience store workers in Gotham have gotten so used to brightly coloured children coming in and purchasing alcohol that when a new person starts working at one of the stores, no one even thinks to explain what the hell is going on.

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Store Manager: —and last but not least, remember to ask for an ID before selling alcohol to anyone who might be underage.

New Employee: understood.

Robin: *enters, in full costume and covered in blood. walks to the back on the store, before returning and placing a bottle of vodka on the counter with a thud*

Store Manager: *immediately begins ringing him up*

Store Manager, smiling: that'll be $20.

Robin: *hands over the money and leaves with his bottle of vodka*

New Employee: ...

New Employee: ......

New Employee: ........that was a child. That was a child in a Halloween costume. You just sold alcohol to a child in a Halloween costume.

Tim: what do you think was the most insane shit you used to do at the league?

Damian: …like for training or for fun?

Tim: you were allowed fun?

Damian: *shrug* we made up games.

Tim: ok, so what was the most unhinged game?

Damian: hmm… real life operation was pretty wild.

Tim:

Tim: fucking what.

-in the car ride home-

Jason, slightly drunk: well ya’see we figured out that i’d always come back- m’fuckin immortal or whatever the fuck,

Damian: and even if he wasn’t, we usually played it right next to the lazarus pit as a backup, so we could always tip him in if there was an emergency.

Jason: -yeah! so i used to just- used to just eat shit. and then after like an hour to let whatever i ate travel through my body a bit, they’d all cut me open and see who could get it all out with tweezers.

Damian: it was hard, because he kept somehow swallowing constantly-activated taser probes, so we actually would get buzzed if we fucked up.

Jason: *smug* i was a fuckin’ genius at comin up with educational games for you kids.

Damian: it did teach us a lot about anatomy.

Tim:

Jason: whachu doin?

Tim: Apple doesn’t have a complaint forum.

Jason:

Jason: why do we care?

Tim: because I have 99 problems with Apple and I want to let them know every one of them.

Jason: pretty sure that’s why they don’t have one Timothy.

Tim kept typing.

Jason: so what are you doing about it?

Tim: giving them one.

Jason:

Jason: wut.

Tim: giving them a complaint page that they can’t delete from their site.

Tim: and I’ll also spam them with their first couple hundred thousand complaints that their due, generated by AI.

Tim turned to Jason.

Tim: that should keep them busy for a while.

Jason:

Like this kid is genuinely out here having poptarts and hot chocolate for breakfast in canon.

( DC vs Vampires #2 and Adventures of Superman: Jon Kent #4)

We need this energy in fandom.

Damian drinking tea 24/7. Boring, sad, he doesn't even like it.

Damian seeing his siblings take protein shakes and electrolytes when training, and deciding to imitate them by making himself chocolate milk and putting it in a sports bottle. Innovative, funny, could happen.

Imagine.

Jason, sweating: Ah, damn. Ran out of water. Can I have some of yours?

Dick: Sorry, man. Finished mine too.

Damian, offering a huge hydro flask: You can have some of mine, Todd.

Jason: Oh, thanks

Jason: *taking a sip and immediately spitting out*

Dick: Woah! Are you o–

Jason, looking at Damian horrified: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS??

Alfred: Yes, you are grounded.

Bruce: You disobeyed an order.

Jason, holding up a shovel: And now we are gonna bury you until you've learned your lesson.

What context am I missing here??

— @theoriginal-robin-ofgotham

Still obessed with the batblob lol

Jason, not looking up from his phone: xbox and those daggers Wonder Woman gave you a couple years back

Dick: got it

Tim:

Damian:

Tim: why are you writing a will

Damian: what do you mean ‘if’

Dick, to Tim: because I could die any day, I fight people for a hobby

Dick, to Damian: and because death apparently doesn’t always stick

Jason, still not looking up from his phone: also that hoodie of yours I like to steal. actually all your hoodies

Dick: sure

Tim: I feel like you should find this more disturbing

Jason: meh

Damian, thinking intently:

Damian: Todd, you have many league of assassins weapons. I would like those in the case that you die. permanently, that is.

Jason: I dont have a will

Jason:

Jason: should I have a will?

Tim:

Dick: you can share mine if you want littlewing?

Jason: sick, thanks. write down Damian gets my swords and Alfred gets my kitchen

Part 1 here

based on that one scene from Ghost Stories lol